Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

To Die - Poem by Emily Dickinson

To die--takes just a little while--
They say it doesn't hurt--
It's only fainter--by degrees--
And then--it's out of sight--

A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
A Crape upon the Hat--
And then the pretty sunshine comes--
And helps us to forget--

The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--


Comments about To Die by Emily Dickinson

  • Indira Renganathan (11/26/2016 5:41:00 AM)


    second stanza is beautiful...last stanza is not clear to me....yet it is Emily's magical write once again (Report) Reply

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  • (5/30/2004 1:25:00 AM)


    She's done much better. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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